feeling pathetic
and wishing i had a big heart
or some place to smoke a cigarette
i want to write this
but i don't want to see it
and then you're on my wall
you're so beautiful
and i am so small
i will never be poetic,why do i try?
you can't stay
but you can't go
because you're not even here in the first place
i want to hold you
but i can't bear to see you
when you're feeling so pathetic
we are aren't we?
the state that i am in